Today we opened our envelope from SLC with new “Placas” (Missionary Name Tags). Every month or so Hna. Johnson has to order replacements or extras for missionaries that loose them or that get broken. In today’s package was a new Placa for Elder Thorup. Elder Thorup needed a new one because Dominicans have a hard time pronouncing his name. In Spanish the “h” is silent and they almost always pronounce the last consonant so softly it can’t be heard. They have no word that resembles “Toru” so when they repeat the word back to him they usually say the only word they know that is close, “Toro”. He has given up trying to teach Dominicans a word they can’t say and asked Hna. Johnson to get him a new missionary name tag. No one has a problem pronouncing his name now, he is “Elder Toro”.
It’s been raining off and on all day. Occasionally huge black clouds role in accompanies by lightning crackling all around. This evening Hna. Johnson and I were about to go to the gym to exercise. She asked me if we were going to drive to the gym. I said it’s only 100 yards from our apartment to the front door of the Fiesta Hotel & Gym. She finally agreed that we would walk but she said, “We’re going to get wet!”
We… one of those huge black clouds was raining on us as we walked over to the hotel. Half way there a brilliant flash was followed by a deafening clap of thunder. It was very very close. Hna. Johnson shrieked, “get me out of here!” We probably should have driven the 100 yards to the gym, it probably wasn’t a good idea for each of us to be carrying our personal lightning rods over our heads in the form of an umbrella. Needless to say we picked up our pace to get there.
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